Max - Bey Deckard Page 0,11

you’re safe as houses, safe as mother’s milk… Ah, here we go.”

Crane and Max came to a stop near a big bow window, and they stepped over the prickly bushes beneath it to get closer. Crane peered through the glass. Beyond the window was a huge living area, dimly lit by a crystal chandelier—what was happening in the centre of the room pulled a strangled gasp out of Crane. He covered his mouth.

“Ta-da!” said Max cheerfully.

On a low divan covered with what looked like a black rubber tarp, a blindfolded woman was on all fours, getting fucked from behind by a skinny man in a peaked cap. All around her were men in various states of undress, stroking themselves in anticipation as they watched the skinny man pick up his tempo and then go suddenly still. His face got very red, and Crane thought he heard him grunt.

“We’re just in time,” whispered Max, sidling up close to Crane, his shoulder butting up against him. “I think that’s the first load of the evening.”

“What the hell,” rasped Crane. “What in the hell.”

“Right? Oh yeah, check it out. She takes them in order of dick size, I think.” Max’s breath was warm on Crane’s neck.

Crane couldn’t believe what he was watching. A portly man wearing nothing but striped socks took the skinny man’s place and slid his dick easily into the woman. Shocked didn’t even cover half of what Crane was feeling. Appalled? Aroused. Deeply disturbed. Excited beyond belief.

“Ouimet makes his wife do this every first Monday of the month,” explained Max in a quiet voice. “The first guy is Ouimet’s chauffeur. This fucker here? He’s the gardener. That’s the chef. That one over there with the crooked dick is the butler. One by one, they all shoot their wads into the missus, and Ouimet, that’s him there by the fireplace, he goes last. Once, he even gave the German shepherd a go with her. I dunno… I guess he really really likes sloppy seconds.”

There was no turning away from the debauchery happening right in front of his eyes. Crane could barely breathe. The gardener was sweating like a pig. Another man pushed his cock into the woman’s unresisting mouth. Marc Ouimet’s eyes were on his wife, his gaze intense.

Max’s hand touched the front of Crane’s trousers, rubbing him softly through the layers of material.

“See? I told you you’d like my surprise. Look how hard you are already.”

“No,” husked Crane, but he did nothing as Max came around to face him, grinning wide, his fingers quickly freeing Crane’s dick from his pants. Max dropped to his knees in front of Crane, and his hot mouth sucked in the head of his cock.

Another man finished with the woman as Crane watched. He could see the man’s semen leaking out of her and onto the tarp before a young man with a shaved head took his turn. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped his hand around the back of Max’s head, his fingers tangling in the sweat-damp curls. Max held onto Crane’s thighs and hummed so that Crane felt it all the way to his balls. He gasped. Desperate, he began to pump his hips, driving his cock hard into Max’s mouth, wincing when his teeth grazed him, but he was too worked up to be careful.

Face-fucking. This is face-fucking, his rational mind pointed out helpfully. You’re fucking Max’s mouth and you’re going to cum in his mouth and he’s going to swallow it.

Crane let out a reedy little cry as he watched the woman frantically shake her head when one of the men tried to put his cock in her ass. The man did it anyway, and Crane felt his own sphincter contract as the cum came bursting out of his cock in a blaze of hot pleasure. He moaned and bucked hard, sending a few thick spurts sliding down the back of Max’s throat, and he was done, panting and ashamed.

Jesus Christ, was she raped? Max lapped at him, cleaning him off, and Crane thought he felt a kiss on his thigh. Max’s hands were gentle, and when he rose up, he wrapped his arms around Crane’s waist, gazing up at him with a smile.

“You liked that.”

“His wife. Does he make her do it? I don’t think she wanted…” Crane trailed off, raking his fingers through his hair. He shook his head.

“She loves it. Don’t worry about it. Who doesn’t like a little rape fantasy, eh? You sure did.”

“Max, I don’t…” What are